Since I own no cell / phone I need something / to keep up to date
One of the horses has a wounded leg. / It doesn’t seem to mind, though the skin shines
and i can still remember // how you waited // until i finished // each // poem
Things are so much more random now, / what with all the issues everyone has
I am that neighbor that makes him want to scream. / He can’t get far enough away from me,
Now spring, I should be swinging / for the fences, but settle instead / for my new favorite Thursday sandwich
Desire starts just above the eight-inch spikes / affixing his feet to the cross.
Starling scattershot / over the sweep of vineyards, / heavy with fruit
For now let's talk about sinking / cities, said my mother
Kentucky can be / what you imagine a rainforest / could be like.
